Eating death

A night filled with melancholy;
It's unbearable at any degree. 
A fucking itch inside my head;
A gaping hole now in which I bled. 

Brain matter that didn't matter;
Broken shards of thoughts shatter. 
Twisted bar wire warped around my neck;
Torn and sliced leaving a bloody wreck. 

Ripping my hands trying to loosen its grasp;
It's like a necklace with an impossible clasp. 
Giving up to work on my blacked heart;
Digging into my chest; trying to rip it apart. 
Squeezing the anger from this beating engine;
Trying to rid my life of heavens sin. 

Pulling my veins out of my arms one by one;
Trying to get the fire out from the ones overdone. 
Pulling on these fucking muscles that once held a soul;
Grasping at whatever made me loose control. 

Fuck! I feel nothing as I gouge out my insides that I fed;
What the hell is wrong with my fucking feelings;
Why have I lost all of my dealings. 

Cutting off my legs which once held me high;
All of this agony, and I can't cry. 
This really is not that bad to be pieced out;
I don't know what all the fuss is all about. 

Gnawing at my hands that once loved everything that hurt;
Blood hitting the floor squirt by spurt. 
Finger by finger I tear off making these bloody stumps;
Still living as my heart still pumps. 

No matter how hard I may try;
It seems that I can't not die. 
For one is gone; their is still one more;
How much can my stomach endure. 

I try one more to finish me off;
I laugh and choke and begin to cough. 
I place the last one into your hand;
Thank GOD that I am the last gingerbread man.